On Me lyrics

by

Pharrell Williams


[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Rollin, pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken
Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose
Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose
Balling on me running through n*ggas b*tches that shoot hoops cruise
'93 magic blue on Shaq feet
Back like the b*tch ran track ass like athletes
Tight up in them jeans so please swing that pass me
Finally got that ass b*tch, striptease me last week
I guess I got the di*k so I make the rules
When they let the mothern*gga play the rules
Strapped up motherf*cker better play it cool
FNH 5.7, that's my favorite tool
I'm a fool dog ass n*gga
So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass n*gga b*tch
I'm a fool dog ass n*gga
So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass n*gga b*tch

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
And It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die f*ck hoes and smoke tree
We blessin' up the yak and rollin OG
Got bottles on the table the tab like 4Gs
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it on me ,me, me
Said It's all on me, me, me
I put it on me, me, me
Said I put it on me
[Verse 2: Problem]
Compton California that's where I'm from
f*ck your girl pus*y until it's numb
Do my damn thing and I shake like I'm pimpin
Fakers stay hating long as real n*ggas recognize
I'm good, yeah yeah I'm good
Taking care of my day ones and feeding all my wolves
2 365's ago I was live you know
Yeah I got off more tree than woods
n*gga its the real, ace of spades a deal
It ain't what you say it's how you say it, you feel
I do it from the chest I reek of success
You ain't seen a n*gga this cold out the West in a long time
Say you wanna problem it's a long line
Super hot boy push a cold line
Shining, you staring at a gold mine
I'm on now, showtime

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
And It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die f*ck hoes and smoke tree
We blessin' up the yak and rollin OG
Got bottles on the table the tab like 4Gs
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it on me ,me, me
Said It's all on me, me, me
I put it on me, me, me
Said I put it on me
[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
Said it's on me
We smoking OG
I meet up with my n*gga
We chopping the whole key
I slap it on the five, he slap it on the G
But yo that's still my folks be close since '93
It's been money over b*tches running with my n*ggas
Hooping with a squad of robbers and dope dealers
Look how these conditions turn children to cold killers
Knowing that the streets don't got mercy on broke n*ggas
I'm thugging to the East Bay
Hit my n*gga jack and said I'm on the freeway
I need another pack of that you know how play
Hit a lick or flipping zippers
I told my girl I'm just that type of n*gga
Got my killer from the East Bay
Hit L.A. and got some weight off to a 8th Tray
He broke it down and had my money at the next day
Hit a lick or flipping zippers
Told my girl I'm just that type of n*gga

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
And It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die f*ck hoes and smoke tree
We blessin' up the yak and rollin OG
Got bottles on the table the tab like 4Gs
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it on me ,me, me
Said It's all on me, me, me
I put it on me, me, me
Said I put it on me
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